Perfect Plan

I am not the person you think I am,
You think I'm happy.. I'm not,
You think I'm perfect.. I'm far from,
You have no idea what I think
You don't know how I feel.
I bet it would surprise you to know
That I've gone so far as to contemplate suicide
I do not want to be here anymore
I hate it here!
I mean just think about it....
Not having to put up with anything anymore
No more pain.. No more suffering,
Seems like the perfect plan doesn't it?
Then I think of the ones who love me...
And though they put me through the pain
I can't hurt them like they hurt me
Its impossible
So tell me this....
How are they able to hurt Me so much?